Modern Poetry of Purple Rose

Boil a pot of hot water and brew purple roses. Clouds are dense and fragrant.

In the twilight, I think of Chimonanthus praecox floating, and the fragrance is full of sleeves.

Remember when and who? A thousand years ago, a thousand years later?

It's far from dusk, Yang Liuan. Where's the beauty?

You hurt people, hedgehog. After being scarred, it became a purple rose in my cup.

So close, so fragrant. A stream of heat flows through, leaving a faint honey fragrance.

What an unforgettable memory that would be?

On the night of Chanjuan, Xiao Yue, I will miss the story of Purple Rose.

A taste of purple rose moistens the heart and lungs and is tasteless.

Some people say that strong taste is tasteless.

If there is a taste that will become dull, I hope it is a cup of water with a faint fragrance.

If you are a purple rose, give me a moment's fragrance, and then a long-term pain.

Laugh at everything, it's tasteless.

I hope to meet you like water and tasteless, just to quench my thirst and stop my desire for love!

Drink a cup of purple roses, and then drink.

I know I can hurt, but I can't decide my love;

You can be lonely, but you can't break a yearning.

Never interrupt! This painful and sweet miss!